She calls it reserved . Her mother says , inhibited . I say snobbish . Call a stone a stone , not a pebble or brick . As a person from the "upper echelons" , she turns her nose up at the beggar on the street corner , the pavement vendor and garbage truck collector .
Walk a mile in another man's shoes before you judge him . Though I doubt she'd manage even a quarter of the distance with those stick legs in the high Jimmy Choos ; the contrived raven-haired coiffure , vacuous smile and the wide-eyed , porcelain doll makeover resembling Morticia The Maniac .
Hey , no offence – just being 'uninhibited' .